Transmigrated into a vicious female supporting role, reborn as a hostage to the paranoid male protag

Mo Yunsheng was a man who understood the guqin. His hands were delicate and graceful, like carved white jade. As his ten fingers plucked the guqin, heavenly music flowed from the strings like a spring.

So much so that when Su Yingxue first saw it, she was involuntarily mesmerized by the heavenly music and wanted to find out what it was all about.

Now, even though the song used was one Su Yingxue had never heard of before.

However, Su Yingxue had a prompter provided by the system, so when she looked at Mo Yunsheng, the prompter wrote "Pozhenqu", which was a fragment of an ancient book because the piece was too difficult.

Ordinary zither players struggle to capture the awe-inspiring atmosphere of a battle between two armies, or the grandeur and desolation of a broken formation, so few musicians are willing to play this piece. Furthermore, a small section is missing from the score, making it an incomplete piece.

But someone like Mo Yunsheng, even if he used an ordinary seven-stringed harp for the competition, with the help of his superb skills and the adaptation of the incomplete score, was able to make it seamless.

Even someone like Su Yingxue, who knows nothing about piano music, could not help but be captivated by the solemn and desolate sound of his music. She would listen attentively until the end of the song, and only stop listening. This shows how extraordinary Mo Yunsheng's piano skills are!

"Sister Qin Xue, are you also a music lover?" Mo Yunsheng finally looked up after the song ended.

He was so absorbed in playing the piano that he kept his head down until the last note floated out from his fingertips. The moment he looked up, he found that Su Yingxue was not obsessed with practicing the art of incense, but was holding her chin with her hand. She had a sincere and pure face, a pair of clear and innocent eyes, as clean as a lotus emerging from water.

Even though the young girl in front of him had finished her music, she was still staring at him blankly, as if she was immersed in his performance and couldn't extricate herself for a long time.

"Brother Mo plays the zither beautifully. Ah Xue is a layman and not very good at music, but even if Ah Xue doesn't understand music, she can still hear the solemnity and desolation in Brother Mo's "Breaking Formation Song."

Su Yingxue smiled faintly upon hearing this and looked at Mo Yunsheng, who was as gentle as jade in front of her. This cold and beautiful flower on the top of the mountain, who was as isolated as the world, was the character that the book fans loved the most. Was it because he was so handsome and so infatuated?

Su Yingxue really didn’t understand why the heroine couldn’t see his deep love and dedication?

Zhang Susu couldn't help but sigh in her heart: It's okay, Mo Yunsheng, in this life, since I have become Su Yingxue, let your sister, the eldest princess, spoil you. No matter you are a flower from the high mountain or a banished immortal who has fallen into the mortal world, your sister will try her best to take you off the altar.

"Sister Axue is too modest. This 'Pozhenqu' is a fragmented score from the previous dynasty. Even ordinary musicians can hardly recognize it. Yet, Sister Axue can accurately recite the title of the piece after just one listen. This shows that her attainments in musicality must be quite high."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yunsheng suddenly felt a sense of mutual admiration for Qin Xue, who was humble but could accurately recite the "Pozhen Qu". This was the second time that someone could recite the title of "Pozhen Qu" after hearing it once.

And that first person was Mo Yunsheng. The first time the master played this ancient music score in front of him, even though the master had adapted it, he still recognized it as "Pozhen Qu".

Su Yingxue heard this and smiled softly, "No, no, it's Brother Mo who praised me!"

Su Yingxue felt a little embarrassed by the sudden compliment. After all, she was a complete beginner in music, but if her target praised her, she couldn't tell him that she had a teleprompter in front of her that could see everything, right?

At this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out: "Congratulations, host, you have gained 5% favorability with the capture target. Please keep up the good work until the mission is completed!"

Su Yingxue was very excited when she heard the sound of the progress bar increasing for the first time. At this moment, Zhang Susu's soul in Su Yingxue's body seemed to see 250,000 RMB falling from the sky and floating in front of her eyes.

It seems that I will soon get my 250,000 RMB... Zhang Susu is particularly excited. Finally, the progress bar is moving... Finally, finally, I am one step closer to going home... She has taken a small step towards her 5 million RMB bonus...

While Zhang Susu was still immersed in the joy of the increase in her favorability, Mo Yunsheng walked up to Su Yingxue's tea table and stood still.

A rich kid like Mo Yunsheng is smart and wealthy. He has been surrounded by famous teachers since childhood. His knowledge and skills must be excellent in all subjects. Even his personality is gentle, modest, polite and gentle like jade.

"Since Sister Xue listened to my music, why not let Yunsheng see Sister Xue's incense-making skills?" Mo Yunsheng said respectfully but distantly, standing about two steps away from the table. Since we were assigned to the same group by fate, we should be considered classmates.

However, there was a difference between men and women, so they stood at a great distance from each other. Moreover, this Juxian Pavilion was a pavilion, surrounded by servants and maids in front, behind, left and right, and all necessary etiquette was followed.

Su Yingxue had originally learned to make incense at the last minute. Although she had practiced all night in the system's formless space, her level was only equivalent to that of a month. It could only be considered an entry-level skill, and it was not suitable for her to show off in front of Mo Yunsheng.

But after all, Mo Yunsheng is his team member now. Even if her incense-making skills are a little weak now, at least she can give her some advice, and she will spare no effort to help him.

Therefore, although Su Yingxue was a little nervous, she still followed the same method she had practiced in "Wuxiang Tiandi". Su Yingxue chose "Li Luoxiang", a piece from ancient books, as her entry for this competition.

In fact, Su Yingxue had participated in the university's seal incense club in modern times and had some understanding of seal incense. The Four Elegant Arts of the Song Dynasty: burning incense, brewing tea, arranging flowers, and hanging paintings.

In college, Zhang Susu had learned a little bit about it. But fortunately, the seal incense was still the same.

Su Yingxue chose a traditional incense recipe called "Li Luo Xiang" which was recorded in the ancient book "The Book of Incense Making" from the Dasheng Dynasty.

Su Yingxue ground the incense-making materials in the ancient book incense shop: Scrophularia, Nardostachys, Liquidambar, Angelica dahurica, lychee shell, Magnolia, Citronella, Tonka, etc., mixed them according to the proportion and formula, and completed this set of operations like flowing water through the processes of ash sorting, ash pressing, seal placement, powder filling, seal lifting, and incense burning.

Su Yingxue's movements were smooth, and her proportioning and incense-making techniques were already quite proficient, but they were just too conventional and lacked any originality.

As the curl of incense rose from the incense burner, a woman sat quietly in front of the table, dignified and elegant, her face clear and delicate like a peach blossom.

The fragrance of fallen leaves spreads faintly, like the melancholy after the rain in the empty mountains, and the quietness of autumn in the late clear sky. Amid the fragrance, the beauty looks like a painting.

Mo Yunsheng looked at the scenery before him, feeling a little flustered. Qin Xue's face was so beautiful, like a fairy in a painting, that he couldn't help but stare at her a few more times.